Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
New Order,
The Litter,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.